Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
Can,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.